Mia barely remembered the walk back to her dorm. When she finally pushed open the door to her own room, Leah was already there, huddled cross-legged on her bed in sweatpants, poring over a psychology textbook. She looked up at her roommate’s entrance.

 

“Hey girl,” Leah said, “How was practice?”

 

Mia didn’t trust herself to speak. She closed the door behind her, sagged into it, and let her backpack slide to the ground. The adrenaline withdrawal and the ache in her thighs made her want to sink into the floor.

 

Leah snapped her book shut. “What happened?” she asked, voice shifting instantly from snarky to concerned. “Did you fall? Did someone say something?”

 

Mia shook her head. “I’m fine, it’s—” She cut herself off. How do you even explain that one of your wet dreams had crossed the border into reality?

 

“Mia, come on,” Leah chided, examining her more closely. “Your hair is all wet, and your hands are trembling.”

 

Mia let out a shaky laugh. “I, um, had a weird day,” she managed to say. “Cheer practice was… intense.”

 

Leah didn’t blink. “Did they haze you or something?” She asked, scanning Mia for bruises or evidence of some physical humiliation.

 

“No, nothing like that. It was just practice. I’m okay.”

 

Leah eyed her for a long moment, then slowly picked up her book again. “If you say so.”

 

Exhausted from how the morning had gone, Mia threw herself onto her bed and lay face down, breathing in the familiar smell of the sheets. She was going to be sore next morning.

 

Leah peeked at her over the top of her textbook, ever curious. “So… Did you make any progress with Natalie?”

 

The mattress muffled Mia’s answer. She pulled her face free, hair plastered to her cheeks, and shrugged sheepishly. “Yeah. She… yeah.” The admission made her heart flutter and sink at the same time.

 

Leah’s eyes widened. “What? Babe, you need to give me the deets!”

 

Mia hugged her knees to her chest and looked at the wall. “It just happened,” she answered. “In the showers. She just walked in and—” She stopped, reluctant to recount how wild it had been, even to her best friend.

 

Leah’s eyes got even bigger. “Holy shit! Wait, so are you two an item now?”

 

“I don’t know,” Mia replied, burying her face in her hands. “She didn’t say. It’s not like we talked about it; everything happened so fast. She did tell me that I was hers, though. I’m not sure what that means exactly.”

 

Leah snorted and rolled her eyes. “That’s so gay. But also kind of hot? I mean, if you’re into being property.”

 

“Ha, as if!” Mia laughed, but her flushing cheeks betrayed her.

 

Mia’s reaction was not lost on Leah. “Just be careful, okay? I know you like her, but people like Natalie… They don’t always mean what they say. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

 

Leah’s concern frustrated Mia slightly. She wasn’t some kid anymore; she could take care of herself! But she knew in her heart that Leah meant well, so she swallowed the negativity.

 

“I won’t. I promise.”

 

 

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The next morning, Mia’s phone woke her up with a text message.

 

 

Mia pressed her phone to her chest as a huge smile spread across her face. It hadn’t been a random fling! She got dressed and eagerly put her hair up into a tight black ponytail. Looking in the mirror, Mia thought that she looked a bit silly, but impressing Natalie was more important than a simple hairstyle change. She grabbed her bag and headed to the gym.

 

At practice, Natalie was already sprawled on the bleachers, phone out, laughing at something with a pair of senior girls. When Mia crossed over to the small group, their conversation dropped to a hush. Mia’s hands went clammy, but she kept her chin high. She was a cheerleader now, after all. Natalie beckoned her over with two fingers. “Hey Mouse, I like the hair,” she said, flicking the tip of Mia’s ponytail. “You look cute.”

 

The words hit like heroin. Mia tried to thank her, but it came out all choked and silly. Natalie just grinned, as if she found Mia’s awkwardness adorable. “Let’s see if you can keep up today,” she teased.

 

The morning’s thrill didn’t fade, even as Mia worked through routines until her lungs burned. She found herself sneaking glances at Natalie, watching the sharp lines of her jaw as she barked orders, the way her legs flexed on each landing. Once or twice their eyes met, and each time, the corner of Natalie’s mouth lifted in a tiny, private smile. Mia carried those moments like a secret under her skin.

 

After practice, Mia hit the showers, hoping that Natalie would join her again. She did not. After spending too long waiting in the hot water, she miserably dried and dressed herself, only to have her spirits lifted again as she caught sight of her crush leaving the locker room. She hurried to catch up to Natalie before she was gone.

 

“Hey!” Mia blurted, immediately regretting how loud she sounded. “Um. Are you… busy later?”

 

Natalie didn’t stop or look at her. “Why, you need more help stretching, Mouse?” Her tone was flirty, but she seemed distracted and kept walking. Mia nearly tripped over her own feet trying to keep up.

 

“I, um, thought maybe we could get coffee,” Mia managed. “If you want. Or lunch. Or whatever works.”

 

“Aw, that’s sweet,” Natalie answered lightly, finally looking at Mia. “But I’m super slammed today. Maybe next time, okay?”

 

Mia felt her stomach drop, but she forced a smile. “Yeah, totally! Next time.” The two senior girls from earlier caught up to Natalie just then, flanking her with effortless cool, and Mia dropped back, invisible again as the trio swept away down the hall.

 

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As the week went by, Natalie’s texts had Mia checking her phone constantly, making sure that she didn’t miss a single one. The messages were never more than a sentence or two at a time, but Mia hung on every word that Natalie wrote her.

 

 

 

 

Mia had tried to turn some of these texts into conversations, but Natalie would barely respond, at most giving a brief “lol” and then ignoring follow-up messages. It didn’t bother Mia too much though; she knew that upperclassmen didn’t have a lot of free time.

 

She began skipping study sessions with Leah to focus on cheerleading. The few times they crossed in the room, Leah stared at Mia’s new wardrobe of tiny cheer shorts, midriff tops, and thigh high socks, all more revealing than anything she’d ever worn. Mia pretended not to notice the disapproval in her friend’s gaze. Instead, she spent her evenings scrolling through makeup tutorials and trying to perfect the look that Natalie liked.

 

Mia’s grades, always a source of quiet pride, began a slow slide. She had tried to stay on top of things, but her mind was always elsewhere during class. Even her mother’s weekly check-in calls fell by the wayside, texts left on read, each unopened message another stone in her stomach. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the next time she could see Natalie.

 

Cheerleading had become a blur of performance and athletics, the routines growing harder with each session. Natalie presided over the squad with her usual energy, but she spent most of the practice close to Mia. Somehow the cheer captain found endless excuses to touch Mia in every exercise. Sometimes it was just her hand at Mia’s lower back, steering her toward the next drill. Other times it was much less subtle. If Mia lost her grip or wobbled, Natalie would steady her by sliding a palm from the back of her thigh up to the band of her skirt, sometimes squeezing, sometimes just letting her hand rest there a second too long. If they were far enough away from the other girls, Natalie would even whisper unspeakable things in Mia’s ear that would make her knees go weak and her cheeks turn red.

 

Outside of practice, however, things were very different. When Mia would run into Natalie on campus, it was as if she was a stranger. The cheer captain would barely acknowledge Mia, turning away in the dining hall even if they locked eyes. Only at practice did Natalie’s attention return, as if the outside world was a place where their relationship, if it was a relationship, didn’t or couldn’t exist.

 

Mia tried to rationalize it. Maybe Natalie was shy, or maybe she had a reputation to protect. A few times, she almost texted to ask what they were, but each time she chickened out, convincing herself it was better not to push it. The uncertainty churned under her skin, but she did anything Natalie wanted, no matter how small the request, hoping that eventually it would be enough.

 

After a week, Mia was an emotional mess. It was all so confusing. Did Natalie want her or not? Were they dating or not? She needed answers.

 

 

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Then, one Saturday evening, her phone buzzed with a new text.

 

 

Mia’s heart skipped a beat; Natalie had never invited her anywhere before, let alone to her dorm. She read the words again, just in case she had hallucinated them, and then hastily wrote a response.

 

 

She stared at the screen, then deleted the heart. Then added it back. Her whole body vibrated with panic and anticipation. She rushed to her closet and yanked it open, pawing through her tiny stash of regular clothes, frustrated at how nerdy and childish they were. She needed to dress how Natalie liked. Eventually Mia decided on a skirt that barely covered her ass and a black crop top with no bra. As she donned the outfit, she looked at herself in the mirror.

 

She barely recognized herself. The girl in the mirror was not a Mouse at all, but a flash of stomach and thigh, hair yanked high and severe, with dark makeup that made her eyes look wide and mysterious. Anyone else would think she was a slut, but it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. It only mattered what Natalie thought.

 

Mostly satisfied, Mia headed over to the senior dorm, trying not to run. Inside the other building, she ignored the stares she got from the upperclassmen she passed. Mia finally got to the door of Natalie’s room and came to an abrupt stop. She couldn’t mess this up. This was her only chance to show Natalie what she was worth.

 

She knocked.

 

The door opened. Natalie stood in front of her, completely naked, skin and hair damp from a shower. Mia froze, barely able to process the lines of muscle and curves and tanned skin, the way water droplets beaded on her collarbone, the nipples slick and pink and so incredibly real. She struggled to maintain her gaze on Natalie’s eyes, but it slipped, drawn like a magnet to the flawless curve of her breasts and the thighs that obscured the treasure between them.

“Uh…” Mia said, stuck in the doorway and unable to find the words.

 

“Cute outfit,” Natalie said, voice low and amused. She didn’t even try to hide her nakedness; she stood there glistening for a second, and then disappeared back into the room, her voice echoing from within.

 

“Come in, Mouse.”

 

Mia stepped inside. The dorm room was twice the size of Mia’s, its walls layered with sorority banners, glossy photos of parties, and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling. There was only one bed; apparently Natalie didn’t have a roommate.

 

Natalie was already sprawled on her bed, typing on her phone. Mia hung by the door, not sure what to do. Without glancing up from her phone, Natalie asked, “Are you just here to stand around and stare, or are you going to get over here?”

 

Mia cringed. “Of course. Yes. Sorry.” She quickly scurried over to the edge of the bed and sat down.

 

Finally setting the phone aside, Natalie lounged back on her elbows with her knees drawn up, partially obscuring her body. “You’re not allowed to wear clothes in my room, understand?”

 

Mia’s skin prickled as a rush of blood filled her cheeks. Was Natalie joking? It didn’t sound like a joke. “Okay,” Mia’s voice cracked as she answered.

 

She hesitated, hands fluttering uncertainly over the hem of her skirt, before finally tugging it up and over her hips. She pulled off the tank top, exposing her chest with a shiver, and tried not to cover herself. Mia sat awkwardly in just her underwear, waiting for Natalie to laugh and tell her she was kidding.

 

Natalie looked at her expectantly. “Keep going.”

 

Breathless, Mia peeled away her panties, and her cheeks burned as she realized how slick the gusset had become, a transparent patch of shame glistening across the front. She balled the underwear in her fist, attempting to hide the evidence before Natalie noticed. She failed.

 

“I see you’ve been thinking about me,” Natalie smirked, and patted the middle of the mattress. “Come here.”

 

Mia crawled closer, the mattress dipping under her palms, until she was sitting right in front of Natalie, bare ass touching her heels. Natalie didn’t move; she just watched her with a feline focus.

 

“Mouse, have you ever been with a woman?”

 

Mia could barely get out an answer. “No.”

 

A satisfied smile spread across Natalie’s face. “Didn’t think so.”

 

As Mia’s face burned with embarrassment, Natalie continued. “It’s alright though; I love teaching newbies.”

 

Then she slowly let her knees fall open.

 

Natalie’s thighs spread like a blooming flower, and Mia gazed in awe at the sight before her. It was perfection. Her labia were waxed completely smooth, with a delicate, glistening clit peeking out as her legs widened further. Everything was pink and glistening in an intoxicating picture that drew Mia in like a moth to a flame. Framed by the soft curves of Natalie’s tanned thighs, the whole exquisite display left Mia sitting at the foot of the bed, frozen like a deer in the headlights.

 

“Don’t be shy, Mouse.”

 

The words seemed to come from far away. Mia wordlessly crawled forward and knelt between Natalie’s knees, pulse pounding in her ears. She had no idea what to do. She wanted to ask, but her brain locked up and she just stared, hypnotized.

 

Apparently she took too long.

 

Natalie reached up and grabbed the back of Mia’s head, pulling her down into the soft, humid darkness, her fist locked on Mia’s ponytail like a leash. Mia barely had time to register the wet, tangy taste before Natalie’s hips surged up, grinding her clit against Mia’s mouth with a force that left no space for hesitation.

 

Mia struggled to orient herself. Every part of her face was pressed against Natalie’s pussy; her nose flattened, her lips mashed to the pink gash. Each breath only filled her lungs with the hot, wild scent of Natalie, leaving her lightheaded and desperate. Every time Mia tried to lift her head for more air, Natalie reeled her back in, her thighs clamping Mia’s ears. Escape was impossible.

 

“Don’t stop. Fucking lick me, Mouse.”

 

She tried her best to obey. Her tongue felt like a clumsy instrument, but she flattened it and licked Natalie’s vulva from the bottom up like a popsicle. In no time at all, her jaw began to ache from the unfamiliar motion. Natalie’s impatient grip bunched Mia’s hair into a fist, jerking her head in abrupt circles, grinding her nose and mouth into the soft, searing heat. Mia trembled with the effort to keep up; her tongue was already numb and exhausted, and she had no idea if she was doing it right. The only feedback was the way Natalie’s thighs tensed around her ears, sometimes rigid as steel, sometimes fluttering with a delicious shudder.

 

Then she heard Natalie give a disappointed sigh, and suddenly her thighs peeled away from Mia’s head. Bewildered and breathing heavily, Mia looked up at Natalie from between her legs. The older girl patted Mia’s cheek, smearing slickness across her chin in the process.

 

“Wow,” Natalie said, “you really are a virgin.”

 

The words stung, and Mia blinked, unsure what she was supposed to say. She wanted to apologize and beg for another chance, but Natalie was already moving. In one dizzying motion, Natalie grabbed Mia by the shoulders, flipped her onto her back, and climbed over her, straddling Mia’s head with both knees. Mia’s vision filled with the spread of Natalie’s thighs and pussy, somehow even more intimidating from this angle.

 

“Let’s see if you learn faster this way.”

 

Natalie shifted forward, and then settled the full weight of her pussy directly onto Mia’s face.

 

All at once the world was nothing but heat and slick pressure, her nose and lips buried in a suffocating darkness. Natalie’s thighs covered Mia’s ears, preventing her from hearing anything but the beat of her own heart. Each flex of muscle tightened the seal; each movement ground Mia’s tongue and lips flat to Natalie’s clit. There was no space for breathing, no time to think. Just the taste of sweat and arousal, the musky sweetness drowning her, the sound of her own desperate gasps interspersed with the low, approving moans from above when Natalie would lift her hips for a moment. Mia was just along for the ride. Hands were in her hair again, mashing her face against her hungry pussy until Mia could feel the wetness run down her chin and pool on her neck.

 

“Fuck yes,” Natalie moaned.

 

Natalie’s gasps of pleasure gave Mia new purpose as she finally found a rhythm in the aggressive grinding. She lost herself in it, and all she could do was obey the motion of Natalie’s hips and the grip of fingers in her hair. She couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe except when Natalie shifted her hips for a better angle, and then forced her back down, harder.

 

The ache in Mia’s jaw was nothing compared to the ache between her own legs, however. Eating out her crush, her queen, turned Mia on to the point that her own hips were lifting off the bed in search of some stimulation. She wanted to reach down, to grind against the mattress, to relieve the pressure even a little, but Natalie’s weight pinned her flat, her wrists trapped at her sides.

 

“That’s it, right there. Good girl.”

 

Mia felt her lips and chin beginning to numb, the skin tender from friction and the bottomless hunger of Natalie’s need. Sweat dripped from Mia’s hairline, running down her temples and into her eyes, stinging, but she kept at it, desperate to make Natalie happy. For a second, she lost her breath, panic fluttering in her chest, but then Natalie eased off and Mia inhaled, the taste of sex and girl saturating her every gasp. Her view was nothing but thigh and the pink, glistening lips that opened and closed around her tongue, as if trying to swallow her whole. She was drowning in it, wanted to drown. Her own cunt throbbed so badly she whimpered, and each time she tried to wriggle her hips, Natalie just pressed harder, mashing her into place.

 

It ended with a sudden, savage clench of Natalie’s thighs around her head. The cheer captain’s whole body trembled as she came, a violent, undulating rhythm that smothered Mia’s mouth and nose. Natalie’s hands held her in place until the shaking subsided. Her vision blurred at the edges; she was literally drowning in Natalie’s juices. Mia’s lungs burned, her face slippery with sweat and slick, and for a second she was sure she would black out. Then, at last, Natalie relaxed, exhaling a long, shuddering breath, and slumped forward onto the bed.

 

Mia lay pinned beneath her, breathing in short, ragged gasps as she tried to process what had just happened. Her jaw and face were sore, but there was a strange, glowing satisfaction blooming in her chest, a secret pride that she’d given Natalie what she wanted.

 

Then, without warning, Natalie rolled to her side and drew Mia after her, pulling her up and into the curve of her body. Mia followed, too stunned to resist, and rested her head on Natalie’s breast. Her skin was warm, slick with sweat, and still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm. For a minute, Mia lay there, afraid that any motion would shatter the spell. Then she felt Natalie’s arm wrap around her waist.

 

“That was pretty good for a virgin, Mouse,” Natalie said. The praise made Mia swoon, her face burning against the captain’s collarbone. She wanted to say something back, but all that came out was a giddy, helpless giggle.

 

Natalie shifted lazily, rolling Mia onto her back and looming above. “You’re a mess,” she said, smirking. Natalie bent close, her hand bracing on the bed beside Mia’s ear, and without warning, licked a long, slow stripe along Mia’s jaw. She licked Mia until most of the juices were replaced by Natalie’s saliva, and then pressed their mouths together in a messy and sloppy kiss.

 

Natalie’s teeth grazed Mia’s lower lip, nipping hard enough to sting. “Damn, I taste good,” she said, her voice low and proud. She grinned and pressed her mouth to Mia’s again, tongue invading, claiming her. She moaned softly into Natalie’s mouth, the taste and the pressure boiling up inside her until she thought she might cum just from kissing. She was so wet. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for friction, hoping Natalie would notice. But Natalie just shifted onto her side, arms encircling Mia as Natalie pulled her into a spooning position. The kiss trailed off into a slow, lazy nibble at Mia’s ear. Then Natalie barely bothered to open her eyes as she mumbled, “You’re so adorable,” and tucked her face into the back of Mia’s neck.

 

Mia lay rigid, tuned to every point of contact. Natalie’s nipple pressed against the curve of her shoulder; the captain’s thigh hooked over Mia’s own, pinning her in place, pubic bone mashed hard against her ass. Every time Mia breathed, she could feel Natalie’s abs flexing against her lower back, slick with sweat. Natalie’s breathing slowed, her chest rising deeper, slower, the slight shudder in her arms quieting as her body relaxed around Mia. The captain’s grip slackened by degrees, her hand slipping to rest loosely against Mia’s stomach, and her breaths came heavy against the nape of Mia’s neck. Within minutes, Natalie was sound asleep.

 

Trapped in Natalie’s embrace, Mia was still wide awake. Her body buzzed with unquenched arousal. Every time Mia tried to shift, the captain’s grip would reflexively tighten, pinning her in place. Mia’s thighs pressed together with a pulse that refused to die down. She couldn’t stop thinking about what they’d done, the taste of Natalie, the way her whole body had been used until there was nothing left to give.

 

She lay there for what felt like hours, as the room grew dark with the onset of night, and her throbbing clit and dripping wetness refused to lessen. She thought about reaching down, daring to touch herself with Natalie sleeping so close, but she couldn’t move her arms. She breathed, deep and aching, and counted each exhale as if it might slow her heart.

 

Eventually Mia’s own exhaustion won out, and she drifted into a fitful, confused sleep.